Chapter 130 Both eighteen

• Another round of laughter follows my words. I swear these guys are crazy. So what if I am a girl and a bit skinny? Ben gives me a look and heaves a sigh. “Fine,” he says. “No sparring.” He doesn’t believe in me too? He grabs my shoulders and his lips quirk in thought. “But the first one to get a punch in receives a twenty from the loser. Good?”
• Ben’s eyes search mine to be sure I’m okay with the rule. I kiss him and giggle. This should be... fun? I think so. What’s the worse that can happen? Tall, huge man here will knock me out or send me into a coma if his fist gets close to me. Yeah, that’s totally fine. I can handle a little bit of unconsciousness.
• We get into position, Ben collects a whistle to officiate our bet. He holds his hand but never brings it down because someone stops him. The dark guy.